Still on his knees, he stared up at me. His lips were puffy, red, and spit-slicked. I dropped to the sand in front of him and claimed them at once. He tasted salty from my cum, but goddamn, the softness against my mouth was exactly what I needed right now. I licked into his mouth, delivering a searing kiss before pulling back.
“You came?” I asked, glancing at the puddle in the sand by his spent cock.
August swiped his thumb against the trail of drool down his chin. “Mmm, yes.”
“Damn shame I didn’t get to do the job,” I murmured, my pulse thumping. He looked so fucking hot undone like this, his blond strands splayed over his forehead, his hazel eyes blown.
“Raincheck?” he asked.
No. I should say no.
“Name the time and place,” came out of my mouth instead. I sucked in a breath. God, this guy had me so twisted up I couldn’t think straight. I pushed up to a crouch and offered August a hand. He placed his callused palm in mine, and I gripped tight as I surged to a stand, bringing him along with me.
I let go of his hand, and I hated the loss of touch. I hadn’t experienced these sparks around a guy in a damn long time. And it was effortless around him, the way he set me at ease just by his presence.
With a few deft motions, I tucked my cock away and zipped myself up. August was doing the same, and regret pulsed through me that Ihadn’t gotten a chance to see or touch his cock. The urge to explore him head to toe with my tongue and teeth hit with an undeniable ferocity. He was so damn pretty, and I could guarantee he had other tattoos hidden beneath his clothes, waiting to be explored.
“Definitely not how I expected the concert tonight to go,” I teased. “Blown by a hottie by the pier.”
August ran a hand through his hair. “Hottie?”
I let out a low whistle. “You’re fucking gorgeous, yeah.”
He dipped his head as if he were embarrassed. “So, what are we supposed to do now? High five or some shit? Ass slaps?”
I arched a brow. “Not usually a hookup sort of guy?”
August shook his head and teased that lower lip between his teeth. Impulse struck me, and I followed it as I leaned in and pressed my lips to his. He melted at once, and satisfaction trickled through me, the kind I hadn’t even realized I’d been chasing. August was addictive. Everything about him—his soft noises, his warm, inviting body, his innate sweetness.
And he was the exact person I shouldn’t be chasing. Yet I hadn’t felt this spark with anyone in so long, and the more time we spent together, the stronger it flared.
When I pulled back, his breaths came out choppier.
“We could always do that,” I teased, then took a step back. “Want to race back to the boardwalk?”
August shook his head. “After orgasms? I’m more of a mosey guy.”
“Fine, we can mosey our way back,” I said, bumping my shoulder with him, any chance to get the burst of electricity from touch.
We set off down the beach, boots in hand, drifting close to each other, as if our orbits were destined to collide.
Tomorrow, I could worry about the fact I’d slept with my sister’s ex.
Chapter nine
August
Ihated that I was nervous to meet with my parents.
I’d always been comfortable with them, whether I dropped by the house randomly or called on a whim, but after they’d dropped their news and I’d ditched, things had been awkward. We’d texted a bit, but my parents were clearly giving me the space I’d asked for instead of Mom’s usual daily puppy GIFs.
However, we had to acknowledge the elephant in the room. I wasn’t sure why anyone invited an elephant into a room anyway. Terrible party guests.
I stepped up to the entrance of Fun-Guy, our local mushroom-themed sports bar, my nerves all a-jitter. It didn’t help that I’d been checking and triple-checking my phone ever since the concert.Three days had passed, and clearly, Drake hated me and never wanted to see me again because we’d barely talked.
While sucking him off under the pier had been hot as hell, I left with a lingering disappointment because I didn’t want to be a one-off.
I wasn’t cut out for hookups.
